sun

Oh, the ancient, wondrous Eastern European sunset! Walking home this evening from my Hungarian Language class, the sun was enormous, and low, and a rich burnt orange. I mean, it was HUGE and in my face. I soaked in it. It was a gigantic, red majestic sun against the soft purple haze, through the large, gray skeletal trees and steep, pointed rooftops. Mild waves boiled across the distance of the diameter, like a mystical mirage, as I gazed into its fire; and all the while small cars sputtered past me and the frozen wind chilled my cheeks and tips of my fingers.